"Good," he said, and dropped into his chair and reached for the biscuits.
Forrest was already at the table, hands wrapped around a mug. He glanced up when we sat down. Looked at our hands. Looked at my face.
"Glad you're staying," he said to me.
I felt something warm move through my chest. "Me too."
He went back to his coffee.
Peggy set two plates down in front of us, then put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed once, brief and warm.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" she said.
"Good. Really good."
She patted my shoulder and went back to the stove. No interrogation whatsoever.
I was going to cry if I wasn't careful.
Bea reached across the table and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
"Bea," Millie said. "We don't grab."
Bea grabbed harder.
"She likes you," Millie said apologetically, detaching small fingers. Her eyes went to the puppy against my chest. "Oh, she's precious. How is she doing?"
"Better. We're watching her."
"She'll be fine," Wyatt said. He'd checked her three times already this morning.
Millie looked between us, a massive smile on her face as she wrangled Bea. “So what happens now?” she asked. “You’re together…happy, I can see it all over the two of you. And for what it’s worth, I’m thrilled?—”
“Well, of course I’m moving in,” I said.
Looked at Wyatt.
He blinked.
“To your place,” I added, looking at him. “I mean—I’m here every night anyway. May as well make it official.”
“Every night,” Peggy shook her head, clicking her tongue at the stove. “I swear you all picked up this free love attitude from your father…”
“You—” Wyatt paused. “You don’t have to?—”
“I don’t do anything I don’t want,” I said, reaching over to squeeze his hand, letting the puppy rest in my lap. “You know that.”
Wyatt looked at me for another second. Then something in his face just—let go.
"Okay," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He picked up his coffee. "You could've told me first."
"I knew you'd say yes."
Dakota snorted into his biscuit.
